First fly you caught a fish on???

On a fly that came with a $30 combo kit (that's rod, reel, line, leader and flies included). That was late 80s, but that was still pretty cheap even then.

The fly was so cheap and ugly that I'd be surprised if it even had a name, but it looked a little like a bee, with ugly plastic wings. I caught maybe 3 small fish with it and it was completely destroyed. I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday, but I still remember that ugly little piece of shit fly I fed to those 8 inch Dollies 25 years ago.

Funny the things that stick with you.

Jim B

Active Member
Size 12 Royal Wulff, and caught a 10" rainbow at Bear Lake in the Snoqualmie Lakes chain.
First steelhead was on a size 1/0 red/orange Marabou Spey, on the Sauk, March 1989.

Actually, now that I search my brain even further back, my grandfather used to tie the old-fashioned wooly worms with scrap yarn from my grandma's knitting basket, palmered with odd hackles and sometimes had red butts or tails from his dog's hair...when we were kids, he'd set us up with a spinning rod, a floating clear bubble, about a 4' leader and one of those wooly worms, and we'd fish a pond near his place for rainbows and sunfish....those were some ugly flies, but they caught alot of fish.:)
My first fish on a fly, a mcgintey on the S.F. of the Stilly near red bridge with my dad and my brother. What a trip, so excited I think all I did was run up the beach with it as it shipped along the surface. Darn that was like just over 40 years ago.

It was a perfect day!

and that's all I have to say about that!

My first fish on a fly was a 12" rainbow caught on a black ugly bug, on a small stream near Mt. hood. About the size of the cedar river.
I only started about 6 months ago and could probably tell name the fly used to catch every fish I've caught. First one, however, was a 6-7" cutt on the Main Stem Stilly with a size 10 Black Wooly Bugger bought from Ed's Surplus.

Itchy Dog

Some call me Kirk Werner
Royal Coachman when I was about 12, on a two-week canoe trip with the Boy Scouts in Bowron Lake Provincial Park in BC. Millions of Kokanee were rising where a small stream dumped into the lake. Well, maybe not a million, but a lot. I remember it vividly. Well, maybe not vividly but it left an indelible impression on me.


the Menehune stole my beer
A 12" purple/green mackerel pattern tied on a 10/0 hook. I was very young, but strong for my age. Getting the invite to fish with John Wayne on the Pilar on the East Cape of Baja was a real boost to the ego of a 4 year old. Lee Wulff coached me through it....he had tied the monstrous fly. Wayne only wanted to troll, but Lee Marvin punched him in the mouth. "Let the lad have a shot with the fly rod, Duke. Don't be a jerk!" he barked. I loved Lee like the father I never knew. With 20 seconds of instruction under my belt, I perfected a tight double haul with the 14 wt rod he threw at me. Wulff had taken all the hooks off Rooster Cogburn's trolling lures. Unbeknownst to the Duke, he was teasing in a striped marlin on hookless lures. Everything fell into place. Marvin was slugging down gin like ice water as the behemoth crashed the teasers. "Cast! Mingo! Cast NOW!" screamed Wulff. With all the might my 4-year-old deltoids could muster, I somehow double-H'd the giant fly into the drink. As if on cue, the blue-eyed marlin sucked the entire fly into its gaping maw and took off for the Galapagos Islands.

As John Wayne and Lee Marvin pummeled each other mercilessly, I took the battle to the fish. First, I told Wulff to calm down and take a chill pill. Next, I
I have not idea about the first fly. Some type of nymph, I wasn't sophisticated enough to recognize
it. Second fish was a twitched Oct Caddis dry. I'll never forget that one. My third-30th fish were on the Purple Haze.
Carey's special on lake Minnie in B.C. damn near 50 yrs ago. I can't believe I can remember that, since most of the time I can't remember where I put my glasses, phone, keys......
Prince nymph on the Elwha, he was a little guy too... a real dink. I was thrilled though. I think back to those days and I was just so clueless. Great memories.

Jim Ficklin

Genuine Montana Fossil
Thompson Creek, an upper Big Hole river trib loaded with Beaver dams & Brookies. Sometime 'long about the mid-fifties & it had to have been on either a Sandy Mite or Lady Mite (old Potts fly patterns), since those were Dad's favorite patterns up there.